But—” The tired woman raised her eyebrows in mild protest. ’ His face changed, all the humour and tenderness leaving it in an instant. Wait a little; rest. He folded the garments carefully and replaced them on the chair. His heart was beating, but faintly and slowly, with ominous intermissions. For the face under her gaze she could find but one expression—fine. When I absorb a fact, my brain weighs the fact carefully and stores it away. As time wore on, and they did not return, Mr. ” At the sight of her tears his expression changed to a mingling of triumph and concern. But at the word “home” she turned again.
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